Short Stories

Disguise

Like a Raven, she is an omen of darkness. My eyes followed her as if I would die the moment I set my eyes on anything else. She is like oxygen, I would simply die without it. Her white porcelain skin contradicts her pitch black dress and jet black hair, making her stand out. She walked as if she owned the stage, her dress was like second skin. When she reached the microphone, her eyes were immediately locked onto mine. Her sapphire orbs were shooting daggers at me.

If she stared at me hard enough, she might even burn a hole through my head.

My knees were trembling from the sight. Soon, her crimson lips slowly parted, and a soft, sweet voice entered my ears. It was so hauntingly beautiful, that it sent shivers through my spine. For a moment, I thought her voice was calling my soul, was she bewitching me?

My heart was racing. How could someone so daunting, yet be so perfect? She is a masterpiece.

I couldn't wait any longer. I must have her. I took a step towards the black angel. I wonder if she was using a chain to pull me towards her. I'm certain I saw the ends of her lips curl up into a smirk as I walk up to her.

...maybe she really is a witch after all?

I lost sight of everything else the moment I stood in front of her. Her hands gently touched my cheeks. I greedily tasted her tongue. She was hot, like fire. As if I was possessed, I submitted my body to her. Her tongue tasted every inch of my mouth, and my eyes slowly closed. My body slowly lost all its strength.

She truly is an angel... an Angel Of Death.

Note: This story is very short unlike the others because this is mainly written as a practice for my descriptive writing. Comments would still be appreciated.